"On the bed." My new master, the Alpha of Drogomor, commanded.

I walked toward the bed, naked, ashamed, and full of tears.

I was about to lose my virginity, but it meant nothing to the man who was going to take it.
***
I am Rosalie, 20 years old, sold to the most terrifying alpha by my own father.

"You're nothing to me but a breeder." he said to me cruelly.

I had long known that my love for him was hopeless and foolish. However, I was naïve to think that was the end of the story.

Once the baby is born, I will be put to death.
***
People thought I was dead, but I survived.

"It's you!" He grabbed my hand, and his eyes were filled with emotions I couldn't understand. "Come back to me, Rosalie."

"Sorry." I calmly looked back at him, "but I think you've got the wrong person."

Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder

I saw Sasha hit the floor and immediately shifted back. I grabbed the nearest pair of pants and threw them on. Sasha was rigid and pale. I scooped her into my arms and shook her gently.


Her face was streaked with tears and she felt so light and empty.


Lena came up beside me and put a hand on Sasha’s forehead. She closed her eyes and let out a long, slow breath.


“She’s fine, Lucas, just drained and exhausted. She fainted from lack of energy. Once she rests and eats, she’ll be fine,” she assured, touching my back.


Lena shook her head. “That magic forced itself back into her in a rush and then exploded back out of her. She’s just exhausted. She isn’t injured.”


I nodded and clutched Sasha’s light, unconscious form closer to my bare chest. Her skin was cold and clammy. I wanted to warm her up.


“Guard, please escort Lucas and Sasha to their room,” Lena called to the nearest guard.


Chapter 92 : Did What We Set Out to Do